The town is remote, although it is quite large in area and has a large population, but the decent buildings are basically invisible.

When I entered the town, the first thing I felt was the bleak atmosphere. There were almost no pedestrians on the street. However, there were many pale civilians lying in front of the door beside the road, looking weak and dying. But the next moment, these people suddenly jumped up in high spirits, and rushed towards their own cesspool with their stomachs in their arms, which seemed really embarrassing.

“Welcome to adults…”

The convoy quickly drove into the town square, but when Wittga opened the door and was about to get off the car, his nose twitched, and he looked disgusted! The car door closed again, and the mayor who came to greet him was immediately turned away.

"Damn it, damn it, what the hell..." Witga covered the white cloth silk, kept slapping his palms in front of his nose, muttering and cursing.

As mentioned earlier, people in this town are vomiting and diarrhea. Although this condition is not fatal, the smell in the town can naturally be imagined.

Then Vitga simply gave an order in the car using the excuse of physical discomfort, just to order the cavalry to find the source of the plague, or something like that. Anyway, he had no plans to come out immediately.

If you want to say that the efficiency of the Holy Light Knight is still good, the reason was found out soon and it was confirmed that there was a problem with the water source in the town. Perhaps it was because something unclean was drifting down the upstream before, which led to such a embarrassing situation for the residents in the town.

However, although the problem is not big, the several residents here are really troublesome. If you use ordinary drugs to treat them, it will take a week for a few doctors in the town to complete it. This will definitely not work.

At this time, Witga naturally had to get out of the car and take action. He could become the deputy judge of the Northern Court. Of course, Witga had the strength, and at least it would be fine to use a large-scale purification magic.

Immediately, amid the mayor's shouts, all the infected residents gathered in the square. The car door also opened at this time, and the expressionless Witga quickly got off the car with the holy magic shield.

The magic of light has a strong effect on filthy things. Wittga is smart. In order to avoid smelling the stench as much as possible, he actually opened the magic shield directly.

However, although the smell problem was solved, Vitga naturally didn't want to stay here for a long time. As soon as he got off the car, he was too lazy to say hello to the mayor with a flattering look on his face. He waved the staff in his hand, muttered his lips constantly, and spit out a vague spell, and suddenly raised his hands high.

"Light purifies!"

Buzz... With a light whisper, the robe of light flipped. A pure white cylindrical light suddenly fell from the sky. It seemed to be righteous and powerful, covering every corner of the square, like a gauze covering the residents.

I have to say that among all the magic, the most beautiful appearance of the light magic is, and even the appearance of the vulgar old man Vitgan has become majestic and tall.

The residents within the coverage also had a look of enjoyment. The pale expression before began to fade gradually. This is not to say how awesome this purification magic is. The key is that the effect of the toxin is really low, so under the irradiation of this nemesis magic, the toxin naturally decreases significantly.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in the field suddenly became a little weird. First, there was a person, then a group of people, and then the bodies of the residents who were tilting their heads to enjoy were shaking, their eyes widened, and they looked straight at the sky with a frightened look on their faces.

Witga did not notice this situation. He was now thinking about leaving here as soon as possible. Seeing these huddled residents, he couldn't help but frown at the mayor beside him, and said unhappily: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and replace a group of people in!"

Although the square is not small, it is definitely not enough to stand below all the residents of the town, so naturally they have to take turns to purify it.

However, the mayor seemed to have not heard of it. He raised his arm tremblingly, wanted to point but didn't dare to point it into the air, swallowing his saliva with difficulty: "Big... Sir, Gudong, look..."

Seeing this, Witga looked even more ugly and raised his head angrily: "What do you think I'll look at... Oh, god!" He exclaimed in a daze, his pupils suddenly contracted and expanded, and the numbness spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet until his whole body was a little fluttering.

The breeze is not dry, the light is warm. The sky is still the blue sky, and the flowing clouds are still the faint flowing clouds. But in the air, there is a huge phantom forming out of thin air... Holding a torch in hand, covering the shirt, shoulders, calves and other parts are exposed, and the halo is suddenly revealed, and she is still a handsome and majestic young man.

Not to mention Witga, this image is very familiar to ordinary civilians, because it can be seen everywhere in Bran's territory, and even in this small town. Just above the dilapidated church not far away, the physical statue standing at the highest point...

God of Light! This is the image of God of Light!

...

As we all know, any religion, even the lower third-rate sect that holds the banner of tiger skin, knows to wear a mysterious coat. And this so-called mysterious coat has a professional collective name, called miracles!

Bran only recognizes one type of official belief, that is, the Temple of Light. Since its establishment, miracles of the Temple of Light have been common, and it is about once every few decades or a hundred years. For example, the statue of the Statue of the Mountain Stream in Shanxi City is the first generation of saints who were later recognized by the Temple of Light. Her miraculous behavior at that time was to add magic to the spring water, healing a whole city of people, so she was named a goddess!

But who would have thought that now a miracle phenomenon has appeared again in this inconspicuous remote town, and this time the God of Light came...

Wow...

Perhaps because of the surprise of Vitgan, all the people in the venue came back to their senses, and suddenly looked excited and in an uproar.

Then, no matter they were believers or non-believers, they couldn't help but withdraw their gaze, as if they did not dare to blaspheme the majesty of God. Then a large crowd of people knelt down, holding their hands piously, and constantly chanting the prayer doctrines of the Temple of Light. The scene was solemn and solemn.

"Gee...drink..." Witga's body trembled and he stared at the increasingly solid statue of the god in the sky, his throat rolled, making a meaningless sound.

His brain is now blank and chaotic, and he has completely lost the ability to think. The complex emotions instantly surged into his heart, shocked, excited, fearful, and unbelievable... Is there really God in this world? Did I touch God this time I occasionally felt kindness? Or did God discover what I had done before and come to judge me...

The huge statue of the God of Light is still floating quietly in the air. Compared with the blurred phantoms before, it is now more real and clear, and even the texture of the coat is visible. It transmits the dazzling light behind it, and its divine power is vast and more solemn and majestic.

Bang... the slight sound of armor collision behind him made Vitga finally wake up slightly. As soon as he looked up, the people in front of him spread out and all of them knelt on the ground. Turning back, the Holy Knights of Light in Holy Armor were also one knee-jerk nobles, with excited and pious faces on their faces.

As his knees became weak, Witga couldn't help but kneel down, then shook his head, moved to the side of the cavalry captain behind him, and asked in a trembling voice: "Yes, do you feel magic... magic fluctuations?"

Although the statue of the God of Light was right in front of him, the ambition Witga was still a little unbelievable, worried about the magic of the statue. So although he himself was a magician of Light, he still confirmed it to the captain of the cavalry.

"No! Absolutely not!" The cavalry captain grabbed Vitga's arm tightly, and looked extremely excited, "Sir, this is a miracle, this is a miracle of God the Father!"

"Miracle, miracle..." Witga murmured several times, his old face wrinkles were completely stretched, and he was vaguely happy, and he murmured in a low voice, "I've posted it, I'm going to post this time..."

Witga is worthy of being Witga who climbed up step by step from the bottom! After being shocked, he immediately realized that his opportunity had come. Although he didn't know why, and although he usually didn't believe that there was really a god in this world, the statue of the God of Light was indeed revealed when he purified the people.

What does this mean? It means that He will become the spokesperson for God to walk in the world!

Under this trend, all forces of all backgrounds and background will be swept aside. He can definitely go further in the upper building of the Temple of Light, no, make many more progress...

Realizing this, Wittga barely suppressed his ecstasy and held his hands tightly, and for the first time he truly devoted himself to infinite pious prayer.

Oh! Thank God, praise God...

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Chapter completed!